Lucy Balgownie Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Once knew this lass—Jenny, yeah—worked corners near me woods. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout punters tryin’ to rip her off. “I kneed ‘im in the bollocks!” she cackled. Laughed me arse off—good on her! But then, she’d cry, quiet-like, sayin’ she’s trapped. Fuck, that hit hard—like Buscapé watchin’ his dreams rot. We hates it! Whore’s a cage, innit?

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Mar 15,  · Most of the staff asked to empty there vans this afternoon. A big shame for all the good staff they had.

Hey there, welcome to Balgownie (au)! So, lemme tell ya… this place is freakin’ charming, seriously. Imagine this: early morning walks down Balgownie Road, where the sun glints on the puddles after a heavy downpour (typical, ugh!) – reminds me of that scene in The Pianist where the music just fills the air… "The music transcends time," y'know?

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